The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2015 Nella Tyler ...
It took him a couple of minutes to remember why he was in his sleeping bag on the living room couch. Then, he remembered Sarah.He got up and pulled on a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He poured water into the coffee maker and put a Frank Sinatra disk on the CD player. Then, Lee walked down to th...
They gazed at the glass cube with its holographic lizard. “But,” said Josh, after a while, “there’s no such thing as a dragon. We know you can do spiders. But they’re real. Dragons are just make-believe.” Josh knew a lot about wildlife. For an eight-year-old he was really quite an expert. He was ...
And then Lehman Willets found himself standing on a level plain of brilliantly gleaming whiteness that stretched out for incredible distances around him. He waited for his vision to adjust. But there was no perceptible horizon that he could discern, however fiercely he peered. &...
No, I’m slipping off-topic. The time: late. The place: Lyle meets Jutter at Mary’s. The boys: one grinning masculine youth and one mysteriously threatening slightly older guy. Lyle was mysterious not because of any slithery attitudes, but because he was so seldom seen around town. His customers a...
Jaxon took a step to the side and smiled as we took in our new surroundings. We were at the top of a magnificent, dual winding staircase made entirely of black granite. The edges of the stairs and the rails were lined in what looked like—but couldn’t possibly be—gold. Silver was inlaid within the...
The clock on the dash read 12:38 a.m. Technically, it was Sunday morning. It helped me to think I was sticking to my Sunday routine, since everything else in my life was starting to feel like a nightmare. Says the guy heading to the graveyard. Still...
Hamilton’s boarding house. Maggie opened the door. Flynn stood in the doorway. Her face felt hot, and her pulse hammered in her throat. She opened her mouth and shut it. What was she going to say? Hello. My name is O'Brien—only it isn't. It's Maggie, and I'm not a boy, I'm a girl. She rea...
Many more remained to ride it out—as if Betsy had wheels. When the light went out, the darkness gave the storm even greater power over someone sitting in the darkness. Her great voice seemed all the greater to anyone alone. They would know she would go by. She would have to, because that was her ...
They needed coats and scarves and gloves for their visit to the pumpkin farm, and there weren’t many other people there. Still, it was fun. A ride in a tractor-pulled wagon out to the middle of the pumpkin field, this time, where the ground was littered with enormous orang...
Sometimes things happen and they pile up on you so fast you don’t know if you’ll ever settle back down, catch up again. All yesterday, all day yesterday all I did was think, and then I waited for Jack, waited for him twice to come home and spell me from all my thoughts. Then when he came in and w...
It must be a product of emotional stress. She’d ignore the feelings—she’d always been good at that, thanks to her parents’ example. She maneuvered Emilie’s stroller over the curb. One thing she knew about parenting without a doubt: Emilie wouldn’t grow up in the kind of emotional desert she had. ...
Glancing down, Marcus saw that her knuckles were white, and when he looked back at her face, he saw that she was blindly staring at the seat back in front of her. Her expression was stark with terror and perfectly mirrored the way he also felt. The plane leveled out and bu...
Only few clubs would require the waxing and polishing of leather whips, crops, and delightful tables equipped with clever devices and restraints. The club had been part of an upper class secret society over a hundred years ago in England, and it was Richard and Thomas who found how lucrative the ...
It had taken a long time, but he finally slept. She rose up on her elbow and studied him. He looked so peaceful. The lines radiating from his eyes didn’t appear as deep now as they usually did, and a slight smile curved his lips. A twinge of guilt tweaked her as her thoughts touched on James, but...